The hum of revolution
From our ever shifting palette of splendid coloured rocks
we women loving women continue painting.
Exhibitionists in friends’ garages
staining glass at altars beneath flapping flags of prayer
while a chain of women symbols mosaics the Tyne Bridge arch.
Still humming the tunes we have noted
we thread stitch embroider and sew
shaping new lines, new borders criss-crossing
and fresh fabric blends with old shades.
Constantly working re-working the quilt
We lie side by side we may never meet
yet together we’re held and we hold
through our patchwork of gold lace, petrol black leather
Alpine linen turquoise sequins faded denim red satin penetrating
Fiona Thomson, Margate
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day twenty five" (2)
You’re lyrical and colourful! I feel decades passing with connections creating..such histories you made..
Absolutely precious imagery. Wonderful.